- It seems like deep down I didn’t even believe it myself... I feel embarrassed now.
- Don’t worry about it. Just accept that you don’t know much about Jews. Listen, Jews are to deceit what gypsies are to theft. They are falsehood given human form; it is literally the air they breathe. Everything they engage in is perpetually, willfully and instinctively materialist, abstract and oriented toward their specific interests.
- What could make them this way?
- Nothing made them this way. It’s just their nature, their “truth”, if you will. But that is why they are incompatible with our society, even moreso with the type of organic society we want for the future.
- Do you think it would be impossible for a Jew to adhere to truth? Are there no Jews that could hear your whole explanation about truth and the organic order, and agree with it?
- If you were to take a Jew and work him in this direction from cradle to the grave, maybe so. And after all, they vary as individuals in the strength of their racial qualities. But policing their proclivities can only go so far, when we talk of going against someone’s innate tendencies. That is why one of our strictest policies is to never let Jews in positions of authority over anything — ever.
- I’m still not convinced. Can’t it be just the result of all the persecution they had to deal with over the course of history? Something that happened to them, rather than being their innate their nature?
- They’ve been run out of virtually every country on this continent and elsewhere — you think everyone else were at fault but the Jews? If your friends warn you not to take some man in for the night, and the man tells you they all treated him badly and ran him out of their homes, are you truly going to think the fault lies with them or suspect that he did something in each home he was taken into?
- I suppose I’d trust the judgment of people I know over some stranger whom they all had experiences with.
- And you’d be right to do that. Nothing made Jews the way they are, there was no event, no catharsis or catalyst that put them on this path as a whole group, it simply is the way they are.
- But how did we allow them back into our homes again then, if at some point they were run out for their actions?
- One honorable man once said: “A country has the Jews it deserves. Just as mosquitoes can thrive and settle only in swamps, likewise the former can only thrive in the swamps of our sins.” - So, you’re saying that the more we departed from truth, the more we opened the way into our homes for the Jews?
- They were attracted by the lies and falsehoods that overtook our lives, both because they consciously knew they could exploit it for their benefit, and because their innate nature drew them to what is only their natural environment: an instinct not unlike that which leads the salmon upstream, or the sea turtles back to the place of their birth.
- But how have we come to this point? For how long now have we been living in a world ruled by lies?
- Oh, too long. We’ve lived with lies for centuries, now.
- Centuries? How is that even possible?
- Do not think that the world we live in today came about overnight. Our fall from truth took us a very long time, with lies slowly chipping away at our understanding of truth, making way for bigger lies that made way for bigger ones, still — think of it as having made a mistake early on in a mathematical equation; the further you continue to solve it, the more the mistake grows and deviates from the correct answer. But it was never by radical revolution that these lies triumphed, but by that same abstract thinking that slowly opened up paths for new lies to take hold. Some, of course, took the form of revolutions, but not without a long existing background that was preparing people to accept such lies, making these revolutions possible in the first place. All civilizations experience a rise and fall, and the fall is most always like slow decay, and we hardly realize it — like a frog in water, not noticing how gradually the water turns to a boil — whereupon, the frog dies.
His frog example was something I could recall from when I studied biology in school, though one of my co-workers said it’s not true for some reason or another. Still, the analogy served to illustrate his point, and I could certainly think of examples in life when people don’t notice something is wrong until it’s too late. And his mathematical equation was something I could understand all too well, as I was rather proficient with math and algebra and know exactly how easy one seemingly small mistake can create a wildly different outcome. Has a good portion of human history been, then, a growing miscalculation? Some wrong notion, ages ago, becoming the foundation for more incorrect statements that seemingly made sense under that wrong premise?
- There is, though, another element to how we’ve come to this decay. We’ve grown too comfortable with technological advancements. The more we could delegate to machines, the more lazy and complacent we’ve grown. Each generation grows up with new technology that relieves them of ever having to do certain tasks, and so they grow duller than their predecessors. This comfort likewise leads one to be more tolerant of lies.
- But surely you don’t propose to stop the march of technological progress.
- Of course not, though in certain areas it should be strictly controlled and regulated. We simply have to maintain old ways and old attitudes when faced with new technology. I say: make new technology, but keep old ways. Don’t let technology become a crutch, be capable of relying on yourself should it fail you, and never revere it as though something sacred in of itself. Any technology is but a tool of our will, and no technology can ever surpass the might of human spirit. During the Great War, certain people thought that war machines were the deciding factor for victory, and while it did give them advantage, their enemy was of great spirit and managed to hold their own and claim victories all the same.
- Now that you’ve mentioned war, what of all the adoration that fascism seems to, or has been claimed to have for militarism and war? Those that came before you certainly seemed to plot a certain course for war.
- If you want to know of our attitude to war, then know that we view it as part of life and, moreover, a great experience for men.
- So you do glorify war? But should we not all strive for peace? Why glorify death and destruction, homes ruined and entire cities razed to the ground? What sort of “great experience” is that?
- Those who seek comfort will certainly be averse to war; those who are selfish can’t fathom such selflessness as giving one’s life for his comrades and justice.
- I can hardly think of any wars that were fought for real justice, only for profit, or, like you keep mentioning: their interests.
- This is true, most wars have been, for a long time now, used only to further interests. But that is not our war. Thus, in our war for justice, and for restoring truth, we will eliminate wars of interest.
- And what of war being some supposed ‘great experience’ for men?
- Let me once again quote one of our own: “War is to Man, what Motherhood is to Woman.”
- You can’t possibly compare the two!
- But indeed I can. Motherhood is one of the great tests of woman’s character, to realize her truth as a woman — likewise, War is one of the great tests of man’s character, to realize his truth as a man. War and Motherhood help manifest the best qualities of man and woman respectively, while for the inferior of each sex that fail these tests, it serves to show their inferiority. Though, please don’t think I say that War and service in an army is for every man: as I said, war is but one of the great tests for men.
- So you wouldn’t force all men to serve in the military?
- Well, I personally approve of all men getting basic military training, because should war come home they must know how to defend their home. But being a warrior is a calling, an inner nature that is not the destiny of all men. Anyone can be merely a “soldier”, by virtue of being recruited and given training, but not anyone can be a warrior — someone whose very nature is disclosed on the battlefield. Warr
iors are something more noble than merely a soldier who has been recruited, regardless of his character, or has joined the army out of some misguided notions. War is for warriors, not merchants. As one of the great warriors said: “Heroic values are not those of the mer— chant, for they value not success, but principles.”
- But you, too, obviously wish to succeed.
- We want our principles to succeed — to reign supreme, for truth to be restored. Not for the sake of personal gain, but because it is right.
- And how is it that you feel so right? You’ve explained your views to me with great conviction, and you are very convincing and make appealing arguments, but don’t you ever doubt yourself?
- Never. With all you’ve learned now, I am sure that you feel I am right too. Doubt creeps in only if you don’t know these things, or if you allow falsehoods to cloud your mind. And one cannot win if he doubts himself. One of our champions fought in the Great War, but his country had lost — foremost because there were people back home, doubting and second guessing everything, entertaining the notion that their enemy may have a point — and in doing so, they betrayed their own soldiers and warriors who fought in the war. He vowed to never let this happen again. History ultimately decided that he was to fall as well, but not out of doubt.
I think I knew whom he was referring to, one of the men, if not the man, who was always the face associated with fascism and the horrors that were attributed to it, while being hailed a hero by fascists themselves.
- You’re talking of the man who created fascism?
- Let me remind you, friend, that fascism was not created, because you cannot create Truth. It simply is, and thus can have no author, unlike all the man—made ideas that reign today. He was one of the people who provided an invaluable contribution to our understanding of truth, and the struggle we face against the world of lies.
- But you can’t call what he had built an organic state, nor can you say the same for these other rulers who followed your views.
- True, for what they built was not the perfect manifestation of the organic state. But as I’ve told you, totalitarianism can be a tool for its creation. What those men of the past had built simply never had the chance to grow out of that state, like a caterpillar that never got to become a butterfly.
- Alright, so you are dead set on being right — but don’t you believe that in arguing another man’s point of view, you might gain a deeper insight into the truth?
- You’re still clinging to the idea of opinions being valid, but arguing a lie only gives opportunity for it to settle doubt in your own mind. All that I’ve learned from arguing with others is how to argue my points better, and how to deflect lie after lie sent my way. The only point to arguing is to prove that you are right, but never compromise with the other side, because in doing so, you compromise your views and let falsehoods settle in.
- And what of agreeing to disagree? Live and let live?
- Never. To do so is to, again, compromise your position, as it allows for both arguments to still exist, but a lie cannot exist in the light of Truth: so it must be burned. I will only agree to my opponent having an opinion — and thus being wrong. Nothing has ever been achieved by walking away from the conflict, or saying that the opponent may be right. All it does is postpone the inevitable confrontation that grows more, and more potentially violent, the more it is stayed off. The more the cancer grows in your body, the more radical are the treatments for it.
- Well, I suppose so...
- How convincing do you imagine I’d sound if I told people that “well, the other guy over there has an opinion, he might be right too”?
- Hah, I guess that wouldn’t be all too convincing at all, it rather makes the other guy seem to be potentially more convincing.
- Exactly.
- But what of not arguing people with different opinions at all?
- Hah, yes, a good deal of my comrades had also thought me a bit mad to argue people who are incredibly unlikely to be swayed by anything, as they are so deeply entrenched in their comforting lies and falsehoods. Some of them have gone as far as to say that I might as well be fighting windmills!
We both had to laugh at that one. What an amazing and rather unreal day it’s been. The sun was already setting down, and the sky was filled with hues of red, orange and dark purple. All the errands I wanted to run in the city had been completely forgotten, and now it was most likely too late to do them, anyway. Still, while I understood his views all the better from our conversation, I had come no closer to understanding why he was traveling the world, doing what he did.
- So why is it that you have traveled such great distances, and by such peculiar means?
- Would you consider him to do ill, who would upset a world which was upside down?
- I’m... not sure what you mean by this.
- Hah, what I mean is that I am traveling the lands, causing mischief in the world of lies, and bringing justice wherever I go — throwing my lot in with others who would do the same in their own way. My way is simply that of going wherever my spirit calls me, rather than confining myself to a particular place. My heart calls for travel and adventure. I suppose that is my inner nature.
- So your only commitment is to the Truth, and to what you love doing.
- And in doing what I love, I serve the Truth. I believe we have come full circle.
The man looked to the setting sky for a few moments in quiet and I followed suit, reflecting on all he had told me. My hunch was right: this was truly a once in a lifetime experience, a chance meeting like no other as I’ve seemingly gained a whole new perspective of life at large, so very different from everything I’ve ever known.
It was a nice quiet moment we shared; the temperature cooled, and gentle wind blew around us. Finally, the man stood up and stretched his arms and legs. I, too, got up and stretched a little before I sat on the edge of the well and looked down its dark depth. It’s hard to say where my thoughts wandered now, as I looked into the dark. Maybe I was considering how to cope with what I’ve learned and this whole experience, knowing that tomorrow I would be back to life as usual — if that were even possible now, as I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to help myself but look at everything through this new perspective I’ve learned. The man put a hand on my shoulder, and I turned my gaze once again to his face.
- Well my friend, I’m afraid I must be heading out now. I told you everything that I could with the time we had.
- You mean there is more, still?
- A whole lot more, but I told you all that you need to know to understand fascism. I told you that which anyone can grasp, and thus join in our struggle. There are still deeper roots to our cause, but those are not something that just anyone can understand. But one doesn’t need to; what you’ve learned is enough.
I smirked and jokingly asked him: “So what, you think I may not be capable of understanding this other, deeper knowledge to fascism?” He gave me a heartfelt smile and said, “You may very well be capable, but if we were to discuss this now we’d not leave the sight of this well for days!” We both had a laugh, and I walked with him to the highway road.
- I am likely to have to stir my Torero friends from their slumber, as I’ll arrive into the city well into the night.
- You sure you don’t need a lift?
- It’s fine my friend, you’ve been most pleasant company and you shared water with me; I won’t trouble you for more than that.
- How long are you planning on staying in the capitol?
- Oh, just a few days. No more than four.
- And then?
- Then? I haven’t decided yet. I will let my heart decide, or maybe I’ll get another invitation to stay with comrades elsewhere and make my way to them.
- Right then. Please know, however, that you were the one whom was pleasant company to me. Today was probably the most noteworthy day of my life, and it is so merely from having met and talked to you.
- Then I am most pleased that our m
eeting may have had such a profound effect on you. Hopefully, it becomes the seed of something great, and if not — you’ll at least always have the story of meeting this peculiar man that called himself a Fascist. But here I am on the road again; my feet beck me to march on, I’ve spent too much time sitting down. Farewell my friend, and good tidings to you!
“And to you, too!” I said as the man had begun to walk off, waving his hand to me as I waved back. I stood for a short moment and looked as his figure was growing smaller into the distance, before I walked back to the storage house. It was already so late, and most of my co-workers had already left for their homes. I walked towards my car, as a couple of them had exited the building, and on their way to their own cars passed me by — voicing loudly their usual complaints about the boss and how one of them could do the job better, while another felt he was supposed to be something great if only he’d get a break. The very drastic difference between them and the man was all too apparent; he was happy with so little, capable, and confident, while they were bitter and loved to complain, but wouldn’t do anything to resolve their issues. Their complaining, in of itself, seemed to be more of a necessity than actually overcoming its source.
As I got into the car, I then couldn’t help but think that in so many ways I was no different from them, even if I didn’t always voice all my complaints and disappointments with my life — I’ve grown to accept it as a given. I sat in my car, thinking about my own life without starting the engine. It seemed that the more the sun settled, and the further away the man was, the more my everyday reality descended once again upon me as the darkness did. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t even know the man’s name. I felt somewhat disappointed at how I didn’t have a name to place with the man who had probably been a brighter source of light in my life than the sun itself.
I didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts, as I could feel myself growing more weary and decided to try and push it all out of my mind and fall back into my normal routine. I started up the car and drove straight to my home, not too far away from the storage house. As I walked from my car to my house, I stopped for a moment and looked into the direction of the city, once again thinking of the man I met and wondering what he might get into with the Toreros. Finally, I made it inside and went straight to bed.
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